Page 55 of Sapphire Tears

“What do you mean?” June asks innocently.

“June,” I growl, “don’t make me come up there.”

She walks right to the edge of her balcony so she can look down at me. I’m staring straight up at her bare pussy. Her breasts look bigger today, and her nipples are hard and inviting.

It’s all pissing me off.

“It’s too cold for you to be out like… that.”

“Like what?” she asks, leaning forward and squeezing her chest against the railing. “Naked, you mean? Well, I sure would’ve loved to put on some clothes, but unfortunately, I don’t have any.”

“My men are all over the compound.”

She shrugs. “And?”

“And you don’t mind if they see you naked?”

She looks around and shrugs. “I guess the more important question is, doyoumind if they see me naked?”

Great. She’s challenging me now. Which is a surefire way to get me to double down.

“You’re going to catch cold. Think about the baby.”

She pats her stomach and smirks. “The baby’s fine. The little tyke loves the cold.”

I look past her and see two of my men marching on patrol up the narrow path that hugs the building. In thirty seconds or less, they’ll round the corner and have a direct line of sight up to the balcony.

June notices my panic, follows my eyes, and smiles. “Someone’s looking a little possessive, Kolya,” she tuts, clearly enjoying herself. “Some might even say nervous.”

Jesus Christ, this woman.

“Boss,” Knox greets as he and Mischa step onto the grass incline, “Milana just called. The teams are on your brother, but they still haven’t been able to pinpoint his exact location. She just wanted me to give you an update.”

I nod distractedly. “Good. Go now. That way.”

I point them back in the direction they came from. Knox looks perplexed, as does Mischa, but they follow orders, turning on their heel to do the patrol route in reverse.

Unable to stop myself, I glance up towards the porch. Relief floods through me when I realize June slipped back into her room before either of my soldiers could see her.

When they’re gone, I take a deep breath and turn my attention back to the gazebo. It was a pleasant meditation before. Now, any scrap of calm and focus I managed to find in the handiwork has fled.

All I can think about are her perfect, round breasts. Those fat pink nipples. The titillating slit of her pussy.

I drop my hand to my pants and adjust my erection. It’s going to be hard to make any progress now, when the only wood I want to focus on is the one in my pants.

I’m about to pick up my hammer when I notice movement at my back. I turn to find June standing a few feet away, staring up at the half-finished gazebo.

This time, she’s got the thick gray blanket wrapped around her chest. The good news is that only her toned legs and her shoulders are exposed. The bad news is that those tiny regions of bare skin are as distracting as the rest of her.

“Did you build this yourself?” she asks as I force my eyes back to the work at hand.

I grunt a yes without looking at her.

Her eyes flicker to my bare, sweaty chest before she moves them pointedly back to the structure. “It’s really good.”

“I know.”

I can practically hear the sound of her rolling her eyes. Sighing, she circles the gazebo slowly, eyeing each detail with scrutiny. She stops at the lattice walls that rise up from the wooden base I built on my last trip here.

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